Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Index,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.